I taste my tears as they roll down.
They taste of eye, what I assume
An eye would taste like anyway.
One, two, three and then a flood
They pool under my chin until
There are too many and plop
Onto the ground where they
Evaporated into the air and
Leave little deposits of salt.
Later in the week, when I
Sweep the floor, the salt will
Be picked up and thrown away.
I wish I could throw away the rest,
Those things that caused the tears.
Cry out the memories and emotions,
Let them pool on the ground to be swept
Up later and thrown away into a landfill with
Everyone else's painful memories and thoughts.

05/17/2007

Posted on 05/17/2007
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